Crush on classmate Knotweed

The butterfly clip is contained in her delicate palm. Its pink lacquer is illuminated by the streamer, which looks beautiful, but in fact, the material can feel cheap when a knowledgeable person holds it.

Ozawa Yuko suddenly felt guilty, "...I'll buy you a better one."

Even if the flowers are not hers, it would be nice to quietly appreciate him blooming.

She thought, there is no need to blame him for being too kind to her, to have unnecessary affection, and there is no need to be jealous of the person who can have him in the future, she must work hard to adjust this mentality.

"This is very beautiful," Knotabagi Yujin picked it up, and comforted him in a tone of indifference. "It doesn't have to be too good, anyway, I won't live long enough to give gifts to girls."

Yuko Ozawa froze suddenly.

His tone was too casual and ordinary, but the content of his words was too heavy, so heavy that she began to be out of breath.

Yuko Ozawa exhaled, her breath drifted away, and her complaints suddenly turned into a crying sigh: "...I'm sorry."

How could she lose her temper with Knotweed Yujin?

He was already pitiful enough. When he was an ordinary person, he ate a special-grade cursed object, and turned into a container for Su Nuo. He didn't know when to execute the death sentence——

"It's all right," the boy showed his white teeth in relief, "It's not a big deal, and I won't feel offended if you just say it, after all, you're telling the truth."

The rising tide seemed to be up to her neck.

He shook his legs indifferently: "...you don't have to be so entangled all the time, just say what you want, at least it will make you more comfortable."

The wall that Yuko Ozawa had been blocking all this time collapsed in an instant.

"You can treat me as you like in the future," her shoulders relaxed halfway, and her voice gave up management. "...I, I just hope that Knotweed is doing well."

She didn't know what to say to express her feelings.

Knotabagi Yuhito shrugged relaxedly: "It's fine now, with you, my teacher, and so many seniors who have taken care of me so much."

He paused for a while, glanced at her inadvertently, and saw Yuko Ozawa sitting in the distance with lowered eyebrows, her eyes seemed to be indescribably sad.

"By the way," the boy tone immediately changed the subject briskly, "how are you and Yukimura Seichi?"

She looked up with tears in her eyes.

Yuko Ozawa sniffed her red nose, "... Yukimura-kun, he seems to spend a lot of time in training, and he spends a lot of time training when looking for him. Maybe I let him go because of the art exhibition."

But that day she was going to the hospital to be an assistant to Miss Jiajin.

So in the summer festival, people euphemistically say that they need to spend time with their family and their sister, and Yuko Ozawa also thinks it is reasonable.

And she thinks it's good that the hottest tennis players in the country are willing to give her contact information, chat with her politely, and even invite her out—this is also a recognition of her femininity.

"That's it," he nodded, "but if you still want to ask him out, you can find me. As a boy, I may know better how to ask a boy out."

Knotaba Yuhito turned sideways and opened the sugar-free drink that she hadn't opened all this time. With a crisp sound, icy air burst out of the wet lid instantly, and then his arms hung in the air.

Yuko Ozawa reached out to take it: "Thank you."

Fireworks exploded in the sky with a bang, and she looked at the sky, her hand just caught the moist drink at that moment, as if holding hands indirectly, because the drink still carried the hand temperature of a boy who is naturally higher than others.

She seemed to be hot.

The bright colors were just hovering in the sky, and there was silence for a while, and she heard the sound of the boy leaping up from the bench.

He raised his smiling face and waved to his friend over there: "Junpei! Megumi! How's the night view on Tokyo Tower?"

Yuko Ozawa withdrew his eyes.

She took a sip, and a few drops of sugar-free cola quickly went down with ice and air. After going to the temperature, there was only bitterness left, which was much bitterer than the normal cola she drank before.

This bitter taste seemed to be lingering in her stomach, and when she saw the corpses of those curse spirits, the discomfort seemed to be even worse.

Jia Ruozi turned his head, "What's wrong? Today's movements are so slow?"

Yuko Ozawa blinked slowly.

The lights surrounding the mantra were shut off with a snap, and her eyes gradually began to adapt to the dim main lights, and then she saw the clean and white panorama of the treatment room.

"Maybe it's because I didn't have a good rest a few days ago," she pressed her chest, "and I have dissected to the second-level spell spirit, and within half a month of contacting the dissection, it is already very fast."

On the operating table, the dismembered curse spirit was lying in a strange shape.

Jia Ruozi glanced at it: "His kernel can be taken out, and then put it into the lid of the office next door. It will be used as medicine next time."

That sounds disgusting.

Yuko Ozawa looked at the blurred blood flowing out of the dead curse spirit, and suddenly felt a little nauseous, but after a while, her stomach was rolling with hunger again——

"Miss Jiajin!" She was terrified, "Why are you eating in front of the curse spirit?"

Jia Ruozi sat on a white bed, holding a lunch box in his hand, a chopstick between his fingertips, and a bowl of miso soup on the cabinet next to him.

Hearing this sentence, she smiled, and even took a sip of soup at the remains of the curse spirit.

Ozawa Yuko raised her voice a little: "Didn't you say that the smell of the curse spirit is the smell of rags?"

Isn't it disgusting to eat in front of a bunch of rags and scattered bodies?

Jia Ruozi looked at her indifferently.

She couldn't take it anymore, and walked out enduring her hunger and disgust towards the curse spirit, picked up another lunch box that Yidizhi bought outside, opened the window in the corridor, and stood in her special eating place.

The most painful thing for a medical student is to eat the meat dissected by the chef in the lunch box after learning anatomy.

...I have no appetite.

Miss Jiajin told her that she needs to learn the anatomy of mantras and human beings, because low-level mantras can take away the power of mantras and use them as medicine, and better exorcism of high-level mantras also requires some knowledge of anatomy.

As for people, it is the reason that Wujo teacher mentioned that the conjurer has to retrieve the body after death. They need to get rid of the dead conjurer so that not even a strand of hair can remain in the world, so as to prevent him from reappearing. Resurrected in other ways.

Of course, this is still the work of the first graders.

By the second grade she will have to learn how to deal with serious injuries.

("Anyway, I got my doctor's qualification certificate within two years of my naturalization." Jia Ruozi said.)

Yuko Ozawa feels a headache when she thinks about it. With the number of serious injuries that she comes to Miss Jiaru for treatment every day, and the fact that she has to study the content of the second grade, she feels a lot of pressure in an instant.

She didn't want to feel sick anymore, so she hurriedly finished her meal and ran back to the treatment room.

Before the door was opened, Yi Dizhi stood at the door attentively, smelling the smoke wafting from the room.

Jia Ruozi waved his hand, "...Yi Dizhi, next time you must bring Marlboro cigarettes, I'm already tired of smoking this brand."

"I see, Miss Jiaru." Yi Dizhi nodded, and his glasses almost fell off in a funny way. "It just so happens that I spend more time going out and dispatching students, I will definitely remember."

Jia Ruozi hummed, "Yuko, you don't think the box lunch he brought is bad, do you?"

Yuko Ozawa shook her head in embarrassment.

"That's fine," she nodded, "Yi Dizhi, remember to bring me Marlboro next time.

"Oh, by the way, make a confession, if Diva asks you, have I quit smoking completely, do you know the answer?"

"Of course I quit completely." Yi Dizhi said with a smile.

She responded with satisfaction, and immediately after, she twirled the dying cigarette butt in the vat.

Holding the movie ticket in his hand and watching her, Yidizhi became hesitant to speak, but finally he took the movie ticket back.

Yuko Ozawa smiled at him apologetically, and immediately slipped sideways into the treatment room, wishing to quickly delete the embarrassing memories of 'one of my teachers failed to pursue another' in her mind.

"Let's start," Jiarui Nitzi slowly slid down the railing, "Now I will teach you how to use the power of purifying low-level curse spirits as medicine. Do you remember what I said?"

"The curse of the low-level curse spirit is not so heavy, and it can be used as medicine after purification?" she tentatively asked.

Jia Ruozi waved his hand.

"Want positive emotions?" she continued.

"No," Jiarui Yanzi shook his head, "I'm telling you to stand over and have a better look."

Yuko Ozawa obediently said, and stood next to her, the light was turned on with a snap, and she was stung so that her eyes hurt, and she blinked, followed by daily core training.

Jiarui Nitzi added his own technique, and soon, the curse was completely cured, and the thing he was holding turned into pure white.

She also imitated and slowly learned how to make medicine.

After leaving the hospital, the sky was getting dark, and Yuko Ozawa almost needed to use a flashlight to go back to her dormitory. Before leaving, Miss Iarii also handed her several medical books on the magic world.

"Just take a look if you have nothing to do," she waved her hand, "By the way, when you are in the second grade, I will also fake your admission ticket for you, and sneak into the national exam to take the exam. I will see if you can also get a medical qualification certificate." .”

Miss Jiaru is really a person who flouts the rules.

She twisted her hair boredly: "But speaking of it, Wu gave me a forged certificate."

As expected of Mr. Gojo's contemporaneity.

Miss Jiajin leaned against the door, the dark circles under her eyes seemed to be diluted by the joy of her student's passing the exam: "... just to test my teaching achievements."

"Okay, okay?" Ozawa Yuko said weakly.

Can she really do it?

Can she really be like Miss Jiajin, without a teacher, self-study and get the qualification of a doctor in the second grade?No, even if she has a teacher to teach, it should be impossible for her to pass the qualification certificate in the second grade.

The more Yuko Ozawa thought about it, the more pressure she felt. She opened the book, and after reading a few pages, she turned her head backwards: "How could I!"

"Yuko," her door slammed open, and Wild Rose poked her head. "Junpei got the latest movie released in the theater, do you want to go see it?"

Her head was muffled and came: "No, I want to finish this book."

"Go," Wild Rose enticed her with her arms around her arms. "You can still read the book tomorrow morning, and you will be in better spirits. You don't need to read this movie carefully. You can finish it in a few minutes."

Yuko Ozawa was in pain: "But I want to read."

"What book are you reading?" Wild Rose continued to tempt, "You are in a state that is not suitable for reading today. Besides, you came back from the hospital working overtime, aren't you hungry?"

She slowed down, and said more vigorously: "...and there is milk and red bean soup in the kitchen, eating these two things at night will not make you fat."

Yuko Ozawa immediately sat up energetically.

She struggled to stand up and ran directly to the kitchen over Wild Rose's body. Due to the fact that she was studying anatomy at noon today, she didn't eat much at all. The tired and hungry night made her almost finish all the red bean soup.

But still hungry after eating.

A hungry night seemed to make Yuko Ozawa unwilling to study. She wanted to borrow instant noodles from Maki, a fast food expert, but she was worried that her weight would soar, so she really didn't want to go.

When she was dying of hunger, she suddenly remembered that Wild Qiangwei had bought a few bags of buckwheat noodles, and went back to find where she was.

The projection room was completely dark, and several sofas were placed in the room, and the entire first graders sat around and looked at the screen, with everyone's attention focused.

Speaking of which, Ozawa Yuko's itinerary was completely reversed from theirs.

She has nothing to do when they are busy, and she is busy when they are not. The whole first grade is not on the same channel.

She suspects that she will not be able to see her mother after being too busy all summer vacation.

Wild Rose stared nervously at the image on the big screen, and slowly put down the instant noodles in her hand, while the male lead group in "Megalodon" was carefully looking for traces of prehistoric animals, but a huge monster slowly approached them behind -

Suddenly she was patted on the shoulder: "Give me a bite of your instant noodles."

"Ah!" Wild Rose raised the spoon in panic.

Several people around frowned and looked over.

Yuko Ozawa bowed casually, and then sat down directly next to Ye Qiangwei. Due to the wonderful miss, Ye Qiangwei patted her a few times in feigned anger, and then saw her eating noodles tiredly and vaguely.

A sense of fullness filled the stomach in an instant.

"Why don't you tell me anything." Wild Qiangwei cursed in a low voice.

Yuko Ozawa couldn't help but finished eating. Maybe it was because the sound of boys eating potato chips was too loud. The hunger at night magnified all her desires. After she was full, she felt guilty and remembered to go to bed say.

"Don't move." The voice next to him said suddenly.

She squinted her eyes and looked around, but her exhaustion seemed to prevent her from hearing where the voice was coming from.

Ozawa Yuko leaned on the armrest and stared for a few seconds in a daze.

She turned her head again, and belatedly realized that beside the sofa that was put together seemed to be Yuren Yuzu, but her first reaction was not to turn her head to check the authenticity, but stretched out her hand to press her heart .

As if checking to find out what kind of emotion there is.

It took a few seconds for her to check that her heartbeat didn't seem to speed up, and those sloppy thoughts didn't float in her mind, and she confirmed it over and over again, as if those former loves were really stripped away in her body little by little.

The lens in front of him gradually blurred, spinning continuously in the vision, and then fell into the abyss.

Yuko Ozawa's head rested on the armrest on one side, and her subconscious mind and male and female defense made her get as close to the wild rose as possible. The big hairpin used to fix her hair in the hospital became a sharp weapon for her head at this time.

But she also fell asleep deliciously.

While she was sleeping, "The Megalodon" gradually became boring, the whole literary drama suddenly turned awkward, and the heroine's acting skills were exaggerated like convulsions. became awkward.

Shunpei, who has watched the movie "Earthworm 3" over and over three times, couldn't stand it anymore.

He wanted to take out his phone impatiently, and he was worried about other people watching the movie, but he wished he could fly directly to Rotten Tomatoes to rate it.

Junping turned his head, wanting to see what other people look like, Fu Heihui had long been impatiently staring at the screen, he looked with satisfaction, but turned his head away when he saw Knotabagi Yuhito.

He followed his gaze to look there.

Over there, there are wild roses frowning and eating potato chips, and Yuko Ozawa who is sleeping on her shoulders. Half of her chestnut hair has been loosened, and the rest of her hair is fixed by something. The face can't be seen clearly, only the skin of the whole body is glowing.

Junpei took a few careful glances.

The pink-haired boy lowered his eyes sideways, staring tenderly at the bottom, and there was only Yuko Ozawa's hand holding something below.

He confirmed it for a few seconds, then retracted his eyes in surprise, feeling that he had discovered a secret, and managed to calm down, thinking that it was an unspoken secret.

But he was a little surprised.

Junping couldn't help but think for a while, straightened his legs, and touched Fu Heihui next to him with his calf, wishing that he would see this scene right away.

Fu Heihui frowned: "What are you doing?"

This male voice, which is different from the sound of the movie, immediately woke up the people next to him, and all the abnormalities that were inadvertently leaked all returned to their original state, only the sound of the movie coming to an end sounded as usual.

Junpei lost: "Nothing."

The movie is over.

The light was turned on with a snap, and all the atmosphere created in the darkness was completely taken away. Wild Rose patted Yuko Ozawa on the face, and she got up in a daze.

Of course they have to move things, and the coke and snacks have to be taken away together, but that's all for tomorrow morning.

Wild Rose asked symbolically: "You didn't even clean it up?"

"Tomorrow," Fu Heihui said, "Don't look at me like that, it's not that I don't like cleanliness, don't even look at how late it is."

After finishing speaking, the chestnut-haired girl yawned heavily, she quickly covered her mouth, and then stood up without energy, instead of leaning against the side.

Because her companion is more than a head shorter than her.

Yuko Ozawa managed to pull himself together: "...I have to weigh it, I forgot."

She walks over slowly so that people can see her funny hair, the largest style of clips can't catch her bun hair, half of the hair slipped to the ear, and the other half is clipped very well .

Junpei couldn't help laughing.

The wild rose next to her turned her head strangely.

The style of the clip is that of a butterfly, and the workmanship is so good that people who don't know the goods can appreciate it. There are tentacles standing up on the butterfly, and one of them has been collapsed.

There was a sound of suppressed laughter from behind.

Yuko Ozawa turned her head in confusion, but she really didn't find any jokes.

She turned her head again, and after a few seconds passed, he couldn't help stretching out his hand, and flicked the vertical tentacles of the butterfly hairpin lightly, as if flicking on the heart: "...Silly Yuko."